“I Know God Will Not Give Me Anything I Can’t Handle. I Just Wish That He Didn’t Trust Me So Much.”

I know God will not give me anything I can’t handle. I just wish that He didn’t trust me so much.

I just wish he didn’t put so much on my shoulder, so fast.

I can handle it, don’t worry. But sometimes I cry.

Why me,” Oh Lord? Why me? This pain that hits me so hard that I lay on the floor cringing, please take it away Lord. This pain that brings no tears to my face because it hurts too deep, please take it away Lord. Give me light Lord, I’ve been in this darkness too long, and I’ve given up hope. Give me happiness Lord, I beg of you – my back aches from the pain of endurance.

I know God, you wouldn’t give me anything I couldn’t handle. I just wish that you didn’t trust me so much sometimes.

… Here’s to foolishly hopefully that this is the last tear stained letter I write. Foolish is the only option I have right now – to keep me going. And I have to keep going. I have to keep enduring. I know I can.

Here’s to foolishly hoping Tomorrow’s morning brings lighter thoughts, and lighter aches.

Falsely yours,
Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu